From Iceland — Babe, come onto me

Babe, come onto me

Published September 17, 2009

Lo, the oogly woogly wiggly toes of my puffinous pinkster!

Lo, the perpetual whirlpool of his gung ho rainbows!

Lo, the sabre-dancing jiggifunk of his eyeyeyeyeyes!

Behold his umpteen-breasted olympic warrior, mother-of-it-all, and recognize!

Lo, his oceanaut stereo-grip on the world, udderly unparalleled!

Lo, his unfathomable floods – Earth never saw floating like this!

Lo, his beautiful cutity, his cutiful beautity and all the King’s men bowing!

Behold his umpteen-breasted olympic warrior, mother-of-it-all, and recognize!

Lo, all the frazzled futures, eating legal tender and excreting wisdom!

Lo, all the curly horizons and lock up your plutocrats, deadbolt the deadbeats!

Lo, all the puppyfied fates, don’t be sucky, and dodge thus his kitty-whiskers!

Behold his umpteen-breasted olympic warrior, mother-of-it-all, and recognize!

Lo, his fuzzy snout, groggy inspectors and bitty digits of itty-bits!

Lo, his babbling baby fish mouth suckling – RE-LO, his fantastic suckling!

Lo, his turtly feet, feetly turtles, turftly ottles, inkly puddles!

Behold his umpteen-breasted olympic warrior, mother-of-it-all, and recognize!

 

At 9.56 AM Wednesday, 02.09.2009, the columnist/poet had a baby and went bonkers.

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